Celia's Garden

fifth avenue, noon in the corner saloon
watchin the september moonrise
connecticut barns put on their charms,
they'll make you wise

the red cross nurse follows a hearse,
you know she's silently weepin
but like the woods in the fall,
she's sheddin her tears after all

and by the early mornin calm
all her worries will be gone
and she'll be lyin there in celia's garden

now battery park sat in the dark
under the late afternoon skies
while the messengers march
by washington arch
he'll put you wise

the etcher, in awe,
she stare at tangara
you know she's silently weepin
but while the bricklayers fall,
she's already dressed for the ball

and by the early mornin calm
all her worries will be gone
and she'll be lyin there in celia's garden